Ben Jonson - A Tale of a Tub ACT 5. SCENE 8. lyrics

Jack, Hilts. Jac. Yonder's another Wedding, Master Basket, Brought in by Vicar Hugh. Hil. What are they, Jack? Jac. The High Constable's Man, Ball Hanny; and Mrs. Wispes, Our Ladies Woman. Hil. And are the Table merry? Jac. There's a young Tile-maker makes all laugh; He will not eat his Meat, but crys at th' Board, He shall be hang'd. Hil. He has lost his Wench already: As good be hang'd. Jac. Was she that is Pol-martin, Our Fellows Mistris, wench to that Sneak-John? Hil. I faith, Black Jack, he should have been her Bride- groom: But I must go to wait o' my Wise Masters. Jack, you shall wait on me, and see the Mask anon: I am half Lord Chamberlain i' my Master's absence. Jac. Shall we have a Mask? Who makes it? Hil. In-and-In. The Master of Islington: Come, go with me To the sage Sentences of Finsbury.